She looked around swiftly, then bolted from her classroom to her locker. She ran faster that you could ever imagine a ten year old could, and for a good reason. But even though she ran like the wind, they still managed to catch her at her locker. The 'trio of bitches' as Tigerlilly called them, surrounded her in a neat circle. The third one held a pair of scissors and their leader held some viscous looking throwing knives.
"Want to play darts, Lilly?" 1 asked in a sugary voice. 'Like diabetes' She though to herself.
"n-n-n-no th-th-th-thank you..." Lilly stuttered out. She was terrified. The three high schoolers snickered.
"Amy, Rita, isn't that cute? She thinks she has a choice!" 2 said, turning to 1 and 3. 'run' a voice in your head said. She saw her opening, and, risking a swift glance their way, ran for her life, not stopping until she was in her house. She didn't see her life looking up anytime soon. 'It can always get worse, so don't expect better...' She told herself. Little did she know that that phrase would eventually play a large roll in her life.
~Time Skip Two years~
Tigerlilly sighed to herself. She knew she was worthless but she had never realized how absolutely insignificant her existence was. She was a pedophiles sweetest dream and an idiots worst nightmare. 12 year olds were not meant for a college full of old men and younger numskulls without a purpose in life. She was completely and utterly useless for anything but academics. Let me kick their asses! Please~~~~ 3 xMintyx begged. Tigerlilly, or XSweetX, as xMintyx called her, shook her head.
We should be nice... She said to xMintyx, who seemed not to care in the least about others feelings. xMintyx sighed in defeat. This was not going her way at all. They had gone the entire day and xMintyx hadn't been out once! If this is confusing the hell out of you, let me fill you in. Over the four years of being bullied and pushed around, Tigerlilly developed a strong case of MPD, or Multiple Personality Disorder. If she was bullied even the slightest, xMintyx fought her way to control, and took care of the bullies. And Sexual Harassers. After a solid ten minutes of moping, xMintyx's eyes brightened. She had spotted her next source of entertainment. The man looked about mid thirties and very drunk.
"Hello liiittle giirl~ whhyyyyyy Dowwwwwwn'Tchuuuu cooome n' play wiiiiiiiiith mmmmeeeeeeee?" he slurred. She tensed. They were right next to the props closet. Figuring there would be a stick or something in there she could defend herself with, she backed up to the door and hurriedly opened it. Taking another few steps backwards, she spoke up.
"N-n-no Th-th-thank you." Tigerlilly stuttered. She looked around frantically, and spotted a scythe prop. She grabbed it without delay and spun it over her shoulders. She held it nervously between her hands. "S-s-s-s-so w-w-wou-would you please l-l-l-leave m-m-me alo-alone?" He laughed and took a step forward.
"Hahahahhahhahah! Yooooooooooooooooouuuuuur Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillaaaaaaaaariouuuus!" He drawled, stepping closer and closer, until the were only a few feet apart. She looked back and forth, frantically searching for someone to help her. Then it struck her- everyone was at the football game. Her eyes widened in fear. As a passing note, the scythe seemed rather heavy for a prop. Then xMintyx took over. XSweetX sunk deep into her own consciousness and slept off the stress. Thirty minutes and a good nap later, she resumed control over her body. She Looked around for the man, but only saw splatters of blood on the walls and ceiling. 'No. no no no, no way, this can't be happening!' She thought to herself. And slowly, ever so slowly, she looked down. She wanted to scream, oh, more than anything she wanted to scream, but the sound was dead in her throat, just like the older man in front of her. Horrified, wide-eyed, and dead. She couldn't believe herself as she finally did make a noise.
"It can always get worse, so don't expect better."